Alina Dalca’s POV
My mother has always told me that I was special and I was the only one that can set us free. My family, The House of Dalca, has always been proud of our heritage to be the original of the Romanian population since the country was formed.
My ancestors were the proudest warriors to fight for the independence of the country as well as how we acted in the world that was concealed by the human.
“Remember your proud root, Alina. Do not let him ruin it,” my mother's last wish as she was lying on her death bed.
“Mother, please, I don’t understand,” I said as I only remembered that I was 15 years old at the time.
“You will understand when you get older, dear. I believe in you,” she said as she drew her last breath.
“Mother, NO!” I screamed as I was closing in on her lifeles
